Who do you trust?
I trust my good old friends, the ones I have had since I was 14 and we all rode the bus to school together in our maroon uniforms with the knee socks and the boat shoes whose laces we fashioned into bizarre little curlicues on the outside of the hole so that we never had to tie or untie them, we just had to slip our feet in. Being 14 year old girls, we all had to have the same shoes. That didn’t exactly change. I remember in one wedding we all bought the same shoes. They were black sandals with stacked heels, and I loved them because they went with everything, and I wore them for years until, at an event before another wedding, one of the heels broke off of one of the shoes as I descended the wide staircase into a hotel lobby on my way to meet up with other guests. As you can imagine, the resulting tumble wasn’t exactly graceful.
Like I’m not always graceful. One night about 10 years ago when I had had too much to drink (actually this probably happens whenever we are all together and I am either drunk or pre-menstrual) I told each one of them how much I loved them by holding their faces square with mine and declaring “You ARE me!” over and over again. Because of our shared experiences and our trust for each other, they are my heart.
“This was a 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump.”